Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.